My parents’ dog Doogie got pants one year for Christmas. He felt so, so proud. He wagged his behind and held his head up high. His self-esteem shot straight up, almost as much as the day we renamed him Scott and he felt so very respectable, but then Mom got mad and made us change his name back and then he was just dumb ol’ Doogie again. But sometimes he still gets to wear his pants. Isn’t he sharp?